Senior year

Chapter 13: birthday

My parents love Harry and he loves them as well. When me and Harry are together, we act like stupid young kids again. We bring out the best in each other, to sum it up.

Now I'm seventeen. Graduated from high school. I met my best friends and boyfriend in senior year. The best year of my life.

Four months later, it was my eighteenth birthday. I called up Lindsay, Niall, Zayn, Harry (of course) and other friends I've met during senior year. We all got together at my house and had a paint war. It was so much fun! I had everyone wear white so the paint would make more of an impact. It felt like a war zone, everyone running around throwing paint filled water balloons at each other, at me most of the time. The paint was bright colors, pink, purple, blue and green. Harry and Niall tackled me to the ground and busted a balloon over my head. (My hair stayed purple for two days after that!) over all it was fun.

Mom took pictures of everyone, these are the times I'll remember forever. I had so much fun with everyone there. One things missing. My dad. It's been four months since he left, not a single phone call.

The mail came by and there was a letter addressed to me. 'Marie Jordan 2415 Lancaster drive' I recognized the handwriting. My dad's handwriting.

I ran inside and washed some of the paint off my hands. I nervously opened the letter. It read;

"Marie, by the time you get this you will be turning eighteen. An adult now, wow hard to believe that. I remember holding you in my arms in the hospital. You were so tiny, I couldn't believe that you were and still are my sweet, beautiful daughter."

By this point I was crying, I sat down on the porch steps and continued reading.

"I left you when you were little. I don't know why. I love you Marie. I always will. You'll always be my little girl, If I don't come back, just remember that I love you and you are my precious angel. -dad"

I was crying, tears streaming down my face when Harry came over and saw me staring at the letter.

"Is that from your dad?" he asked with a gentle tone in his voice.

"Yes." I look down trying to blink away the tears.

"He loves you, ya know" Harry smiled.

I shook my head and that made me cry even more. Harry sat down aside me and put his arm around me to comfort me. He held me as I cried, like I've done before. It feels so comforting to know he cares, and he's not the person everyone says he is.

All I see is this tall, brown haired, green eyed boy that I think I might be in love with. No, I know I am.